I Like It When It Rains
I have always loved the rain. There is a certain feeling of melancholy, or nostalgia, about it. Makes me feel calm, cosy and secure. Especially when I'm at home, trying to fall asleep, listening to the rain drops falling on the roof. Pure poetry! And I think the scent of the air after rain is one of the most beautiful scents ever.
But I can't say the same about thunderstorms. These scare me.
I've been to the mountains with my family and friends recently. The storm broke out just in time, when we reached a mountain shelter. We happily spent a few hours inside, laughing, taking pics, having beer and lots of fun. When it stopped raining we decided to go down the mountain; it was about a 2-hour-walk. We were singing, joking and having a blast. The path we chose was especially picteresque – we walked through a beautiful, green forest all way long.
When we were about half way down, the storm started again. Raging lightening and thunder, and the four of us, adults, with three kids, in the middle of the woods, under huge pine trees, almost running down. I kept holding my son's hand in mine, counting the minutes between the thunders, silently whispering prayers and mantras to myself. Thinking about some Polish tourists who had been killed by thunder, on a mountain path, a few days before. I was terrified. So were the others, but we didn't show it not to scare the kids. Only my husband was merrily taking pics – he loves thunderstorms. Go figure!
But we were very lucky. Thirty minutes later the storm stopped. Wet, but very happy and grateful, we reached the foot of the mountain.
Scary adventure!
But I can't say the same about thunderstorms. These scare me.
I've been to the mountains with my family and friends recently. The storm broke out just in time, when we reached a mountain shelter. We happily spent a few hours inside, laughing, taking pics, having beer and lots of fun. When it stopped raining we decided to go down the mountain; it was about a 2-hour-walk. We were singing, joking and having a blast. The path we chose was especially picteresque – we walked through a beautiful, green forest all way long.
When we were about half way down, the storm started again. Raging lightening and thunder, and the four of us, adults, with three kids, in the middle of the woods, under huge pine trees, almost running down. I kept holding my son's hand in mine, counting the minutes between the thunders, silently whispering prayers and mantras to myself. Thinking about some Polish tourists who had been killed by thunder, on a mountain path, a few days before. I was terrified. So were the others, but we didn't show it not to scare the kids. Only my husband was merrily taking pics – he loves thunderstorms. Go figure!
But we were very lucky. Thirty minutes later the storm stopped. Wet, but very happy and grateful, we reached the foot of the mountain.
Scary adventure!
By:
touchOFspring
Age:
31-35
,
Female
